Alasdair Roberts - Farewell Sorrow lyrics

Raise me high, raise me high, That I may see my fallen kindred seated. Who met with d**h upon the battlefield, Who, in the end, fell and were defeated. And the way they were tricked by d**h, Betrayed, betrayed, leveled and mistreated. I've stuck a knife in a man for less, But d**h is not so easily defeated. And you can pray, pray and pray for Life. But know my friend, my dearest friend, please know this, That Life is but d**h's own right-hand man. In every piece of his own left-hand business. So, arm in arm, we'll run toward that pair And, we as they, join them double-threaded And, arms flung wide, we'll run towards that pair And never fear that which once we dreaded.